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REVIEWS, Page 82TELEVISIONTwisting the Satiric Knife
By RICHARD ZOGLIN
SHOW: THE BEN STILLER SHOW
TIME: Sundays, 7:30 p.m. EDT, Fox
THE BOTTOM LINE: A love-hate fascination with the media
and pop culture sparks the season's sharpest new sketch comedy.
Satire on television, contrary to George S. Kaufman's
famous dictum, is what opens on Saturday night. After a week of
slogging through the sitcom swamp, by the weekend TV seems
increasingly ready to kick back, relax and make snide fun of
itself. Saturday Night Live is still flourishing after 17 years
on the air, while In Living Color is a highly rated fixture on
Fox's Sunday-night schedule. Two more sketch-comedy shows have,
with little fanfare, sneaked onto the Fox schedule this fall.
One, The Edge, is a fitfully amusing but rather juvenile SNL
knock-off that needs more seasoning to be ready for the big
leagues. The other, The Ben Stiller Show, is already the front
runner for rookie of the year.
Nothing unusual about the format: half an hour's worth of
satirical sketches linked by little more than the writers'
love-hate fascination with popular culture. But instead of the
usual everyone-is-equal ensemble cast, the show boasts an
unabashed star. Stiller, 26, the son of comedians Jerry Stiller
and Anne Meara, plays the lead in nearly every sketch and
provides linking commentary in supposedly ad-lib back-lot
conversations with fellow cast members. What's more, rather than
performing live or on tape in front of a studio audience,
Stiller works mostly on film, which gives the show more polish
and pace.
And also more laughs. Stiller is capable of turning out a
dead-on TV or movie parody, like his takeoff on Cape Fear, with
a grownup Eddie Munster as the De Niro-esque psycho. But he
rarely settles for the frisson of a good impersonation; his
sketches usually give the satiric knife an extra twist or two.
In "Amish Studs," the leering host coaxes double entendres out
of every innocent comment from chaperoned contestants ("I was
impressed with his incredible plowing ability"). In "Legends of
Springsteen," a New Jersey rock fan recalls the time when the
Boss made a surprise appearance at a bar, played all night and
even stayed around to mop the floor and refill the catsup
bottles.
Yet Stiller's most brilliant creation may be Michael
Pheret, a smarmy Hollywood agent who in a recurring bit is seen
giving insipid career advice to real-life celebrities like
Roseanne Arnold and the rap group Run-D.M.C. In his compulsive
blabbering -- a cascade of fawning hyperbole and
whatever-you-want-to-hear insincerity -- Stiller rises above
simple media parody. He gets at the heart of the whole phony,
pathetic show-business ethos.